Last Leaf Has Fallen
A lonely coyote yelps in the wind
It won't stop yowling at what?
When there's nothing there
Just a little rushing of air
Is this crazed animal out of its mind?
Just a shadow across the moon
Or some strange scent so maligned?
Darkness creeps up on us all
Sends shivers down our back
Hear the raven's call late at night
Hunger cries over freshly fallen snow.
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:Beginning of winter